It was leather night at a bar in Kreuzberg, and I decided to sport my new harness and wristbands from MR. S. As I was standing in line to get a drink a tall guy at the other end of the bar cruised me. He exhaled a long stream of smoke over the bar, walked up to me, nodded, and said, “good jeans.” I looked down at my well-worn Levi’s , and quickly realized that he actually meant, “good genes.” I laughed at first, but couldn’t help thinking that it sounded a bit Dr. Mengele.

It was leather night at a bar in Kreuzberg, and I decided to sport my new harness and wristbands from MR. S. As I was standing in line to get a drink a tall guy at the other end of the bar cruised me. He exhaled a long stream of smoke over the bar, walked up to me, nodded, and said, “good jeans.” I looked down at my well-worn Levi’s , and quickly realized that he actually meant, “good genes.” I laughed at first, but couldn’t help thinking that it sounded a bit Dr. Mengele.